The other day, while I was walking through a few neighborhoods on my way home from an appointment I had, I was listening to "Maniac" by Michael Sembello from the 1984 movie Flashdance. Your post reminded me of these lyrics:
Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart
Changing movement into light
She has danced into the danger zone
When the dancer becomes the dance
I'm not a dancer, but I think in some way we feel this way when we enter some zone for whatever we are doing (writing, athletics, arts, etc.). It's only after we're out of that zone that we realize what we had accomplished.
What a beautiful connection you’ve made between the lyrics of Maniac and the feeling of being in "the zone." You're absolutely right—whether it's dance, writing, athletics, or any form of creative expression, there’s this magical moment where you become so immersed in what you’re doing that time seems to disappear, and you are the thing you’re creating. It’s a flow, a rhythm that carries you, and it’s only once you step back that you can fully appreciate the transformation and effort that took place.
I love that you brought up Flashdance—there's something iconic about the way it captures not only the physicality of dance but also the mental and emotional surrender that comes with being completely in tune with your craft. Whether we dance with our feet or our minds, that feeling of pushing ourselves to the edge and coming out stronger is something we can all relate to. Thank you for sharing this—I feel like we’re all just dancers at heart, finding our rhythm in different ways. 💃🖤 #freecompliments